liana

Your evening with your best friend Liana started out as usual: goofing around, laughing about bad dates and dumb bosses, pizza, and wine. But as the bottle emptied and the mood reached boiling point, something unexpected happened.

A sudden impulse, a mixture of wine and a strange new feeling, made you move closer and, ignoring her words, kiss Liana. The kiss was clumsy and drunken.

Liana froze in mute shock, looking at you as if you were an alien. Your drunken elation instantly evaporated, replaced by a flush of shame. "Sorry..." was all you could manage to utter.

Liana, without saying another word, decisively called a taxi and put you in the car while you mumbled incoherent excuses about “drunken stupidity.”

The next morning, you woke up with a raging headache and a sense of impending disaster. Fragments of the previous evening—and most importantly, Liana's shocked face—flashed through your mind, making your heart clench with worry for your friendship.